A Bat in the Belfry (Home Repair is Homicide, Book 16) by Sarah Graves

When it involves domestic fix, Jacobia “Jake” Tiptree is a fervent wielder of energy drills and paint brushes. And while catching criminals, she’s been recognized to truly convey down the hammer. but if a surprising homicide rocks the small city of Eastport, Maine, Jake could be the subsequent sufferer for whom the bell tolls.
it's approximately hour of darkness while the big bell within the belfry of All religion Chapel—silent for decades—booms forth, startling wide awake the total city of Eastport. Upon inspection of the steeple, the police discover the physique of neighborhood youngster Karen Hansen, who had climbed the belfry’s darkish, rickety stairs for a nighttime rendezvous. yet rather than the promise of an exhilarating new existence, Karen meets her death.

in the meantime, as an epic nor’easter bears down at the idyllic island city, Jake Tiptree hurries to shore up her ramshackle previous condominium opposed to the large blow. An novice detective, she has sworn off chasing criminals. but if the inside track of Karen’s homicide spreads and masses of the proof issues to Jake’s likable houseguest, she and her sleuthing accomplice, Ellie White, get to work.

They detect an unforeseen best friend in newcomer Lizzie Snow, a girl from “away” who looked as if it would have blown into city with the nor’easter, and who additionally turns out to understand much concerning the brain of a killer. Can Jake and Ellie belief her? As a killer roams loose and the townsfolk fight opposed to the pounding, screaming typhoon, the ensuing tempest of gossip and suspicion competitors something the Atlantic may well brew up—and threatens to maintain Jake and Ellie from placing the ultimate nail during this cold-blooded case.

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BONUS: This variation contains an excerpt from Sarah Graves's Winter on the Door.

Praise for A Bat within the Belfry

“Stylishly suspenseful.”—MilwaukeeJournal Sentinel
“Nobody else can take a house fix venture and switch it right into a first class secret the best way Graves can. It’s a among the best story.”—RT publication Reviews
“Graves does the Down East area justice, nailing not just the scents, sounds, attractions, and folks, however the tradition. . . . It doesn’t harm that she’s a rattling sturdy storyteller, besides. [Her] prose is sharp, shrewdpermanent, and witty.”—Crimespree MagazinePraise for Sarah Graves and the house fix Is Homicideseries
“Graves’s logos are edgy, conventional mysteries peppered liberally with humor, and sprinkled with layered, well-written characters.”—Julia Spencer-Fleming, New York Times bestselling writer of One used to be a Soldier

“Just listening to her record the methods you could kill your self solving up an outdated residence . . . is a hoot.”—The big apple occasions ebook Review
“What distinguishes the unconventional are its likable, no-nonsense protagonist-narrator, her references to domestic fix that the writer cleverly suits tongue-and-groove into the tale and, particularly, the exact descriptions of the town.”—Los Angeles Times
“Graves makes rehabbing shutters and different chores suspenseful.”—The Boston Globe

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